INTRODUCTION

MAKING A LIST of the best science fiction stories of the century is the same as making a list of the best science fiction stories of the millennium. Or, for that matter, the best ever, up to now, because the entire history of science fiction as a self-conscious literary community begins well into the 1900s, when Hugo Gernsback published the first magazine devoted to "scientifiction," defined as "scientific romances like those written by H. G. Wells."

H. G. Wells, Jules Verne, and a whole slew of adventure writers (including A. Merritt, H. Rider Haggard, and others who went on to be full-fledged sci-fi writers, like Edmond Hamilton) wrote stories that, in hindsight, clearly belong as part of the science fiction tradition. But they did not think of their stories as being a new kind of literature. Nor did they see themselves as belonging to a different literary community when they wrote stories that included alien races, strange new inventions, or astonishing relics of the past.

With the publication of Gernsback's Amazing Stories, however, the landscape changed. There were now boundaries -- which would eventually, for a while at least, become ghetto walls, much to the benefit of the genre -- such that only stories of a certain kind could appear within, thus defining what science fiction was and, by implication, what it was not. And there was a letters column.

It was the letters column, really, that created the community. Enthusiasts of the new genre wrote in to Gernsback and then avidly read each other's published letters. Then, skipping the middleman, they wrote directly to each other, and after a while began to meet and talk about what science fiction was and what it could be or should be. They started writing their own stories and sharing them with each other, and eventually began meeting as clubs and, later, in conventions that assembled serious readers of the genre from faraway places, until today the World Science Fiction convention draws participants from dozens of countries and languages (though English remains the lingua franca -- or, if you prefer, the common koine -- of the genre).

As readers became "fans" -- participants in the ongoing public conversation of the sci-fi community -- and fans became writers, they began to develop critical principles quite unconnected to the literary ideas being taught in the American university, where theories of criticism came and went, alike only in the fact that all were designed to show why the works of the Modernists (the most recent literary revolution before science fiction) were Great Art. Naturally, the academics, who were relentlessly focused on celebrating Woolf, Lawrence, Joyce, Eliot, Pound, Faulkner, Hemingway, and their literary kin and kith, had no notion of what was going on within the walls of the science fiction ghetto. And when at last they had to take notice because their students kept mentioning books like Dune and Stranger in a Strange Land, the academics discovered that these strange books and magazines with ludicrously lurid covers did not pay the slightest attention to the Standards of Great Literature that they had developed. Instead of realizing that their standards were inadequate because they did not apply to science fiction, they reached the much safer and easier conclusion that science fiction must be bad.

You know the old saying: To a man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Well, that's only sometimes true. In the case of the academic-literary establishment -- the community I lovingly call "li-fi" -- the better analogy is: To a man with only a hammer, a screw is a defective nail.

So every few years, Atlantic Monthly or Harper's Magazine or The New Yorker will trot out an essay explaining exactly why sci-fi is Bad Art. What else would you expect the old aristocracy to do as they try to defend their ivory towers from the onslaught of the smelly and unsubservient masses?

The fact is that by the mid 1940s, science fiction was the most vibrant, most productive, most innovative, and, eventually, the most accomplished of literary communities. Entirely supported by volunteers who read for stories and ideas, rather than students required to peruse and decode texts for grades, science fiction grew and changed, constantly reinventing itself, taking into itself whatever it found useful in other genres and other disciplines -- not just science, and not just fiction. Revolution upon revolution, generation upon generation, there was more variety, more history within sci-fi than there was outside it.

I came rather late to the party. The year I was born, 1951, the seminal work had already been done. John W. Campbell had moved science fiction onto a firmer scientific footing (though the old gosh-wow adventure tradition still continued), and Robert Heinlein had taught us how to handle the gradual unfolding of exposition, the key literary technique that every reader and writer of sci-fi now must master in order to take part in the conversation. When I was born, Heinlein, Asimov, and Clarke were already the trinity of leading writers in the field, with Bradbury, Anderson, and Blish soon to make their presence known. Science fiction was part of the air I breathed as I grew up.

As it continues to be for us all. Because sci-fi is mostly read by volunteers (though a few writers have found their work widely required in high schools and middle schools), older works stay in print, not because some teacher has declared them officially Great, but because people are still reading them and telling their friends that they have to get Asimov's Foundation or Herbert's Dune or Heinlein's The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress or Le Guin's The Left Hand of Darkness. We still pass this literature from hand to hand. It is still the passionate reader who drives the genre, and, as a result, the entire history of science fiction is still readily available. We can read our way from beginning to end, and have it whole in our memories.

Still, presenting the history of science fiction is not my goal in this book. This is not a tome to be studied. This is a treasury. A collection of jewels.

Not an infinite treasury, either. We had limitations -- the publishers had the foolish belief that you would not pay seventy dollars for a three-thousand-page book. We could not include every story that belongs here; we could not include every writer whose work should be represented. More painfully, there are writers -- Ray Bradbury, Harlan Ellison, George Alec Effinger, R. A. Lafferty -- who have virtually specialized in the short story. In a collection of the best stories in the history of science fiction, it is almost unthinkable to choose only one Bradbury, only one Ellison.

And what do you do about John Varley, whose finest "short" work is so long that if you include "Press Enter_" or "The Persistence of Vision" you have to leave out five other stories? Even as it is, I had to leave out some of my very favorite writers and stories -- Peter Dickinson's "Flight," for instance, and Felix Gottschalk's "Vestibular Man," David Bunch's Moderan stories; and I'm dismayed at the list of writers not represented here -- Bruce Sterling, Connie Willis, Nancy Kress, Lucius Shepherd, Lois McMaster Bujold, Norman Spinrad, Clifford Simak, Vonda McIntyre, Octavia Butler, Dave Wolverton -- some of the very writers that I cite.

But that's why I get the big bucks -- I can make tough choices. Screaming, whining, whimpering, talking to myself far into the night, I made the calls.

Here's how I chose:

These are stories that I loved when I first read them and that, upon rereading, I still love and admire. They are stories that I think appeal to a wide audience of readers and not just a small group. They are by writers who have mattered in the field, influencing other writers and, more importantly, changing the lives of their readers. I tried to avoid duplications -- stories that did the same kind of thing as others in the collection, though of course such judgments are completely subjective.

Above all, these are stories that I cannot forget.

I have grouped them in three general categories, by era. The Golden Age -- from the beginning to the midsixties -- includes the writers and stories that created science fiction as we know it. And yes, I'm aware that "Robot Dreams" was one of Asimov's later works, but he remained a Golden Age writer -- perhaps the best of them -- throughout his career. At the same time, Sturgeon and Blish arguably are post-Golden Age, while Hamilton and Biggle might be considered holdovers from earlier. Give me a break here. Whatever you call this period, these are the writers who plowed and planted.

The New Wave period -- the midsixties to the midseventies -- was marked by writers who introduced dazzling style and a fervor, sometimes a rage, that reenergized the field and opened it to many new kinds of storytelling. At the same time, the older sci-fi tradition -- the plain tale, the idea-based story, the moral dilemma, the character story -- continued to be enriched by such writers as Larry Niven, Ursula K. Le Guin, Frederik Pohl, and Brian Aldiss.

If the New Wave-era writers were the children of the Golden Age, either rebelling against their parents or taking over the family business, the eighties and nineties were dominated by the grandchildren of the Golden Age -- the writers who grew up watching Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, and Star Trek right along with reading "Call Me Joe," " 'All You Zombies--'," and " 'Repent, Harlequin!' Said the Ticktockman." The Media Generation found that they could write any kind of story, and while some movements took on a separate identity -- the Cyberpunks, the Humanists -- most of us who began writing in this era found that we could do whatever we pleased and as long as our stories fit, more or less, within the ever-loosening borders of the genre, there would be readers who were eager to hear our voices and experience the stories we had to offer.

As you move from one era to the next, you'll get a sense of how science fiction has developed through the years -- without losing touch with its roots, without forgetting anything that we, as a community, have learned.

It's possible that we have now reached and passed the Science Fiction Age. It's possible that we're ready for the next revolution in literature, the next group of storytellers. The post-science fiction age.

It's also possible that we're ready for the genre boundaries to dissolve. For us to say "literature" and include science fiction within the definition of that word.

Truth is, I don't care. That's a matter for critics and teachers to argue about. What I care about is this: Stories change us. They create communities of people with shared memories. And the stories that are ahead of you in these pages -- they are among the very best of our time.

Copyright © 2001 by Orson Scott Card and Tekno Books